Street Traffic Personas

By: Krim Posted on: May 26, 2004

(Overwhelming Joy) Sit now, and listen well to a fabled tale. Hear the words weave things into shapes commonly seen. Here of things you do day to day with arrogance of their peculiarity

For in a day one can leave their homes, and see lands strange and wide. There are deserts where lizards roam, forest and mountains where the bears chase the young and foolish, rivers and oceans where mere folk dwell, dark corners where the foul claim as their own, and even little valleys and hills where halflings live. You can see the gods and goddesses in their temples grand. You can fend off a pickpocket after a few too many ales.

Hear the ramblings of this old man and take them into your heart. For when down and blue, see that this world is truly fair as a new turned leaf.

(Deep Depression) Hard keeping my eyes open and if I see another rat, I think I'll turn it into a stew. Broke, I can't quit seem to meet my ends meet. My armor broke, my sword is cracked, and my pack long gone. Sigh. Fate is beyond my power to change indeed.

Guild guy said that I could do this stuff to make money. I don't have any money to make it though. There is that guy over on the corner too. Keeps yelling about "master forger with hammer, half your wait time with me." Sigh. This is no way to make money.

Think I'm going to go hunt some more rats so I can get a nice cup of java.

(Surging Rage) Blast it! 35k is what I had in that pack. People are always say stuff like, ‘Put it in the bank', ‘why do you carry that much cash around' or ‘did you have proper sigils and stuff" when I tell them. Of course all this make sense after the fact!

Now what am I going to do? Blast it all! Doesn't help I can't fight or understand half of what I'm doing. That is it! I'm buckling down and going to make it. I don't care what I got to do! I'll fight till my knuckles bleed, run till my legs quite, think till my brain explodes, and figure ALL THIS JUNK OUT!

Starting here and now, I'll show all those big shots what I'm really made of! Life isn't going to finish me off so easily! Muhahaha

(Questionable Impartiality) Seems like everyone has so much going on. There is that guy yelling about ‘sharpest blades in town'. Then there is that guy outside the bar, always yelling those up beat things to strangers. Old man must be senile. Least he seems to be doing better than that monk guy punching away at that pole. That's gotta hurt pretty bad. Seems like he's chanting something like ‘stronger' over and over. Angry dude, but looks pretty determined. I pity that knight over there though. How can he drink that coffee with that bag of dead rats next to him? He smells like he's been in the sewers, too. Wonder how he gets by with that messed up sword?

She'll be angery if I'm late again. Guess I best move on and try to find that café. I wonder if it's going to rain? Or what weird place she's going to drag me to next?